Minding Wall

I saw the Smitty up on the Southern Wall (by the road, yo. Click on “map” link)

(“Hey! Get me a “Map” link – stat!)

--this morning. He clumbed up on the rocks to smell the dirt road and then plunged out of sight over the wall and down into the Southern Woods.

As I drove to work, I searched the enchantedness of the Woods for a sign of the Smee, but all I could see was the dry grasses. Whose woods these are I don’t think I know. But our house is close to the village, yo.

Word I was in my car alone

Word I was in my life alone.

Word.